We’ve witnessed a lot of death in the last few weeks. Yes, we’ve seen noted entertainers and celebrities pass on. But even more than that I’m aware of the hundreds of people in Iran who are dead because they chose to demonstrate against an oppressive government. As the United States military prepares to exit Iraq we see an escalation of deaths in some of those communities as rival forces spar to gain control. China has had its’ share of problems with people being killed as they protest against their government. And sadly, in the severe heat of the Southwest we learn of the elderly and poor dying of heat exhaustion in their homes without fans or air conditioning.
You see, even as I ponder the “state of death” as a stage of life there is no escape from catagorizing death. Some die by their own hands, i.e. suicide, drunk-driving, drug abuse or treating their bodies badly until their bodies give up. Others die in violent and unpredictably sad situations, such as war, battles or conflicts. In the last year I’ve known of 2 elderly folks who just quietly died in their sleep without a moan or any other type of expression.
While all of this pondering about death may seem morose and depressing, I’ve gained some insights. If you find this posting too distressing, just close the window or go to another site. Sharing my thoughts on this subject are not any different than me sharing my thoughts about being hopeful for a cure for Parkinson’s Disease.
I watched a special newscast about an elderly person who had just died from pneumonia. He had PD for many years and had exhibited freezing, stiffness and trouble swallowing and drinking. His family spoke of the light in his eyes despite the “mask” on his face and his inability to show any emotion. I equate this type of death with being locked in a tomb or some sort of capsule. My fear of being captured inside a restricting tube, i.e. closed MRI tube is a reminder of how I would feel being frozen and limited drastically in my body.
Yet, I know that the possibility of this type of death in my future is real. I do prefer it over a violent death, or one in a scary situation like a fire. Despite my uneasiness with the method of death or the circumstances surrounding it, I’m not really afraid. I know I’ve never been abandoned by God. When my last breath is exhaled, I know my place will be with my Heavenly Father in a reuinion with my earthly parents who have already passed to the other side.
I almost see dying as a beginning. The beginning of a new adventure where my body does not dictate the activities I plan. I know there’s much for me to do on this earth before my train to eternity arrives. But, unlike many we’ve seen lately who have died, I’m not afraid. I know it will be a beginning of a time where I won’t be “contained” in a body that betrays me.
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